spret

The spret crosses her arms and turns up her nose at the insult.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

The spret darts to and fro, then hovers four feet above the dank castle floor.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

The spret drops down beside her, flying just beside her ear, wingbeats strangely loud.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

The spret emerges from the shadows, from the crook of the branch, grim-eyed and heavyhearted.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

The flutter of wings again, and the spret appears, the tiny woman no bigger than a hummingbird flitting from side to side three feet in front of her, silver wings a gray blur in the storm-shadowed wood.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

The spret releases her cuff and lets herself eddy on the wind, deep in thought.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

The spret flits between snowflakes, those that come too near melting before they can touch her.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

The spret gave her nose a tiny kiss and then stared into her eyes, only inches from her face.

When Rose Wakes Christopher Golden 2010

Blessed are the deade which do dye in the lorde/euẽ so saieth the spret/that they rest from their labours.

A Treatise of the Cohabitation Of the Faithful with the Unfaithful A Treatise of the Cohabitation Of the Faithful with the Unfaithful by Peter Martyr; Wherunto is Added A Sermon made of the Confessing of Christ and His Gospel and of the Denying of the same, by Henry Bullinger Peter Martyr

It mos 'shteenk me out of de shtore, an' de pollies nearly sneeze dere fedders off, but it shtopt de spret, an '_it's cureenall de seek ones_, an' I het a cold in de het,

Preventable Diseases Woods Hutchinson 1896